I adopted a child demon from the Gap, and I'm a special agent for the Bureau of Supernatural Ab

The conservative aunt started discussing the boy's future, including buying a house and getting married, leaving the relatively naive boy bewildered. The uncle, on the other hand, warned him not to be complacent and to continue working hard after entering academy, almost turning the celebration party into a lecture. Finally, the boy's cousin was the simplest; she just hoped he would quickly learn about all the fun and delicious places around the school so she could come visit him.

At the end of the celebration banquet, the uncle, who was so overwhelmed by the spiciness that he could barely speak, the aunt, who kept rinsing the vegetables with plain water, and the sister, who became increasingly addicted to the food, were all present. The boy, observing the three of them, chatted and laughed while reflecting on his own efforts over the years, enjoying a relaxed and pleasant dinner.

I did it, Mom...

In the stillness of the night, the boy lay in bed, gazing at the snow-white ceiling, silently reciting something in his heart.

From a helpless child to a powerful B-level martial artist, he has paid many years of sweat and hard work, finally earning the qualification to enter that academy and the ticket to enter the Special Studies Department.

Keep watching me, Mom.

With his eyes closed, the boy gently placed his hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat again and again, as if he could hear the warmth from the departed within that heartbeat.

Keep watching me, Mom. I will keep going, I will keep getting stronger, and finally, I will join the Special Science Department and become an executive member of the Special Squad. Then, as I promised before, whatever tragedy or evil is within my power, I will destroy it all.

We will never allow any more tragedy to happen to any innocent person.

So, just keep watching me, Mom.

...I really hope she can hear my voice.

The boy let out a soft sigh, yawned, and prepared to sleep. But at that moment, he heard an extremely faint footstep in the living room. Although the sound was suppressed to a minimum, the boy's B-level hearing still managed to pick up the barely perceptible sound.

Is that my uncle's voice?

The boy quietly got up and went to the bedroom door. Hearing the footsteps, he realized his uncle had quietly opened the balcony door and then closed it as silently as possible. Then, he stood there on the balcony.

"Xu Ying, your son has finally become successful."

The uncle's deep sigh traveled through the balcony and bedroom door, finally reaching the ears of the boy who had been listening intently against the wall. He was slightly startled, because the name his uncle spoke of was his mother's.

"What a nuisance! This brat is so withdrawn all day long. All he does is 'uh-huh' or he's engrossed in training. He's been driving me crazy for so long. But finally, he's grown up."

The uncle spoke as if casually reminiscing with someone nearby, while the boy stood quietly in the corner, listening to his uncle's story without uttering a word.

"It must have been hard work, but I've finally raised your son to adulthood..."

"Leaving without saying goodbye like this has left a huge mess for everyone. Just like before, you always want your brother to solve all your problems, which is really giving me a headache..."

"But thankfully, your brother didn't let you down in the end, and he didn't let you down. You have to admit that."

"...But if you were still here, if you could have seen him grow up, how wonderful that would have been."

"..."

The uncle's voice gradually faded, and the boy listened quietly but couldn't hear anything until a very low sob flashed by. Then, the balcony door was gently opened, and the sound of the uncle's footsteps approaching gradually came.

squeak-

He opened the door as gently as possible, and what his uncle saw was the boy sleeping peacefully in bed. He chuckled softly, closed the door, and slowly returned to his own room.

The boy opened his eyes, staring blankly at the snow-white ceiling in front of him. After a long while, he finally came to his senses.

So even a serious and rational person like my uncle can cry?

How pathetic! Even crying has to be done in the middle of the night, hiding on the balcony and letting out a couple of soft sobs. Is it really that shameful to be seen doing something like that?

But have I really grown up yet?

Moonlight streamed in through the window, bathing the boy in its glow. He stretched out his right hand, staring blankly at the thick calluses on his palm and the several scars caused by careless training.

Ah, growing up...

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Section 204, Chapter Seven: The Dream of Moving Forward

From the small town where he had lived for over ten years to the central city of the entire Huaxia Alliance, even with the boy's relatively calm personality, he couldn't help but feel a strange excitement and longing.

What do real big cities actually look like?

Sitting on the swaying train, the boy sketched out what that unknown place would look like in his mind.

Not far from where the boy was sitting, a small girl sat quietly in an empty seat, watching the boy who was clearly impatient.

Although it was only a blink of an eye for the two of them in reality, in this world created by their minds and memories, tide had indeed spent sixteen years.

Yes, from the very beginning of Li Cheng's hazy memories to his nearing adulthood, Xi watched the entire series from start to finish without missing a single episode.

For ordinary humans, spending sixteen years in someone else's memory is undoubtedly unbelievable and unbearable. However, as a non-human, immortal being, Xi does not feel any resistance to this; on the contrary, she enjoys it quite a bit.

For her, seeing this man's entire life in its entirety was a meaningful experience. It allowed her to better understand his past, the things he didn't want her to know, and the whole story of this man who was destined to be bound to her.

After all, as a price, once the garbage in his consciousness is cleared away, her overly close connection with his consciousness will allow him to see his past memories as well.

We've seen through our past, leaving us no secrets, so we'll see through yours too, and won't give you a chance to cover anything up.

Perhaps due to her infantile physical development, even though she has regained her past memories and ways of thinking, tide's thinking is gradually becoming simpler.

A black shadow silently crept onto a corner of the train. The boy was oblivious, and the other passengers remained unchanged. Only tide raised her head, looking in the direction of the shadow, a hint of disgust in her expression.

He stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly. The shadow shook violently, like a person being gagged and thrown into a meat grinder, letting out a silent, miserable scream before disappearing without a trace.

The train swayed gently, quiet and silent, as if nothing had happened.

This is the fifth time.

From the moment she entered Li Cheng's consciousness, the pollution and erosion caused by the thing that invaded Li Cheng's consciousness occurred five times in total.

Five instances of erosion and contamination may sound like a lot, but if they are evenly distributed over a sixteen-year interval, it's rather unusual. Xi still remembers the timing of these erosions. There was one cruel night when Li Cheng was young, during which three erosions occurred simultaneously, and another one happened when he knocked down that foul-mouthed boy.

Is this the time when the boy is most nervous and excited as he travels to the unknown?

It seems that the other party chooses to pollute and erode his memories when his emotions are fluctuating. Is it because they want to destroy his mind and replace his consciousness?

If that's the case, the other party's experience and skill level must be quite remarkable. But then again, if they weren't capable, they wouldn't have been able to roam freely for so long while being wanted by various powerful forces.

That's disgusting.

tide frowned slightly and turned to look at the boy sitting by the car window, who was lost in thought.

Even for ordinary psychic or magician abilities, even an A-level practitioner would find it difficult to provide treatment in this situation. This method of merging the wills of both parties and then continuously eroding and corrupting them is a high-level operation that ordinary people cannot solve or even understand.

But now that she's here, she won't allow anyone, no matter who they are, to hurt him.

The girl's purple pupils stared intently at the unsuspecting boy, and her figure vanished silently, as if no one had ever sat in that seat.

Arriving at the station, he got off the train, squeezed through the crowded platform, and then, like a country bumpkin, the boy marveled at the splendor of this enormous city. Then, predictably, he got lost, spending a full five or six hours wandering in the opposite direction of his destination before being helped by a kind passerby. After taking the wrong turn seven or eight times, the boy finally found the location of the academy.

So it turns out that Cheng, who is usually so composed, was actually terrible with directions when he was young?

tide An quietly followed beside him, watching the boy frantically looking at the map, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Despite being an academy that has trained a large number of A-level combatants for the country, its appearance is surprisingly low-key. The boy walked past the academy's main gate twice without recognizing which academy it was.

Behind the simple gate lies an enormous academy campus, expanded by the space-elemental transcendents using their abilities. It includes facilities for martial arts, magic, and supernatural research, and even features a small, functional city built for the students' living needs.

It is said that when this academy, which cultivates superhuman abilities, was first built, it was simply a purely military institution. However, through discussions among several superhumans and with the support of some external forces, the academy eventually transformed into a complex building that combines research and education.

Ares, one of the few stateless transcendent beings in the world at the time, was quite actively involved in the construction of this academy. Many people say that he was actually the first designer of this academy city, and that his purpose in designing the academy was to accumulate experience and eventually build a true academy-type city.

However, with the outbreak of World War III due to the intensification of conflicts among the Beyonders, and the subsequent disappearance of the Beyonder Ares, these rumors, along with other unrealistic news, became legends and jokes in the city.

Of course, these unsubstantiated rumors have nothing to do with the life the boy will lead in the future.

The Martial Arts Academy is the strictest and most military-academy-like place in this academy city. Since martial arts training inherently combines high self-discipline and rigorous practice, such requirements are only natural. The boy, unprepared for this, was punished by being late on his first day and made to stand at the academy gate for a full six hours.

More rigorous training, more arduous trials, more profound martial arts, and more efficient enhancement. The young man, along with many other martial artists of his age, embarks on a painful journey within the academy.

From initial discomfort to gradually becoming less flustered, the boy quickly established himself in this place thanks to his good adaptability and began to move forward steadily.

Joining the Special Sciences Department to become a righteous warrior protecting the weak and destroying evil. Although it sounds like a naive and laughable child's dream, the boy perseveres, relentlessly pursuing this belief. He begins to grow at a pace he himself can hardly imagine, in this already cutting-edge field.

A martial artist's growth is intertwined with battles. Within the academy, there are rankings based on competitive matches. From his very first month at the academy, the young man achieved first place in battles among new students, and then successfully defeated the strongest student from the previous year in the final assessment battle. In the second year, the young man overwhelmingly defeated the school's top B-rank martial artist, and then at the end of the second year, he reached A-rank, breaking the record to become the fastest person in the school to advance to A-rank.

Like the protagonists in fantasy stories, the boy forged ahead with unstoppable momentum. His power eventually even earned the recognition of Ji Wen, the youngest Transcendent among the school's officers and captains, who personally provided him with some martial arts training.

Finally, in his third year at the academy, he defeated the top student in the entire school, becoming the true number one. Legends about him then began to circulate throughout the school.

However, the boy had absolutely no interest in any of it.

Forward, keep moving forward, sing your way towards your dream, overcome all obstacles along the way, move forward, simply for the sake of moving forward, for the sake of your dream.

"You kid, don't push yourself too hard," Ji Wen said helplessly as he looked at the boy, who was covered in sweat and panting heavily, in the training field. "Striving to become stronger is admirable, but giving up all entertainment for this is a bit of a waste for someone your age. The world is still quite wonderful; there's no need to be completely immersed in your own world."

"Thank you, teacher," the boy said, wiping the sweat from his brow and sitting on the ground with a bright smile. "But for me, this is already pretty good. There are many wonderful things outside, but striving for my goals is what I truly want to do."

"Do you know that the other students have already portrayed you as a cold, terrifying, and murderous creature? If this continues, I won't take care of you anymore."

Ji Wen felt helpless about the boy's attitude and couldn't help but sigh.

“That’s fine,” the boy said with a smile, showing no sign of changing his mind. He stood up, stretched his arms, and walked over to Ji Wen. “Continue to help me train, teacher. I feel like I’ve grasped the essence of that punch earlier. Come and practice with me again.”

"Ha, you little rascal, you really are..."

Like other students, they spend their days discussing movies and games, sneaking out of school whenever they have free time, going to restaurants and bars in small groups, or meeting up with a classmate of the opposite or same sex for a close encounter at a hotel. It sounds like a pretty good life, but for a teenager with clear goals, none of it matters at all.

Becoming stronger is more important than dating. I'd rather jump off a building than date.

The boy thought firmly to himself.

then,

He reunited with that person.

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Chapter 8, Section 205: The Dream of Reunion